My entry for #steemitPoetryContest which was initiated by @terrycraft . I am grateful for the opportunity . image source I think I am a dog, I scratch out a solution at the emergence of your every need,

Hi steemians, How are you?, my manners, I forgot to formally introduce myself earlier , I'll love to tell you a bit about myself . Firstly I am Stephanie, I'm from Nigeria and I live there also. Being

The most honest words are the ones not thought through (image source) [ I've been thinking for the past few days what to write. I realized it didn't use to be like this, when I could just put my fingers

Being Black is not a disgrace... It's beauty

First question first, what are you doing? Sometimes we get so carried away and forget what we are doing at a point in time . Especially when we let friends decide what we should be doing with their own

I've always walked with my head high, not out of arrogance but of self confidence. People often mistake self confidence for pride, in Nigeria, where I come from, it's called 'she forming' . I've heard

Darkness is beautiful I'm intrigued by it To look into the moody light And wish wistful wishes I am a lone loner Hoping I could walk on the path again Looking into the dark Like I did look into the dark

I've always wanted to say alot of things but my mouth is too resilient . I want to scream how much I find hope in your smile, how often I have beautiful never-would-happen dreams of you groping my skin

this is my first time writing here, take it easy on me "The luggage is ready, I wanna take you with me, how fast can you run" Impulsively spoken words are the ones much felt by the who said them